Here’s what happens when the poles shift Negative and positive recombine Magnetism reverses As it does pretty regular in geologic time, Which didn’t mean much to us last go. But oh, the wailing on the wind this time! You might be able to use…
Tag: poetrymarathon2017
Paradise Conversion
There once was a planet called earth Where humankind at one time was birth Then they eat of the wisdom That showed them the Kingdom And now everyone knows their own worth jj2017
Why Dogs Are Better Than Dates
Jaded a bit, I know. Certainly there are benefits to human dates No dog can fulfill. Certainly, no human date should ever feel Expected to be my dog. Yet I sleep better with Comfort and company, Warmth and breath, heartbeat and Dream…
Reflection by Poetry
Sunsets and rainy days Sunsets beg reflection Reflection upon the water Reflection invites collecting Collecting copper coins Collecting the day’s joy Joy abounds Joy found in moments Moments like these Moments lead to the unexpected Unexpected treasures Unexpected yet more More than laughter More of…
Hour twelve
Mother Tongue I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease The pen doesn’t fumble when…
Wings (Hour 8)
WINGS I envy eagles and butterflies, I envy ravens and bumblebees. I envy all creatures born with the gift of flight. I achingly long to have wings of my own. Feathery but strong as steel, iridescent purple, blue and white. Wings as beautiful and fierce…
If You Love Chocolate
Melt in your mouth and hands alright! Such a creamy delight In its dark, milky, or ivory goodness I love chocolate When it’s hot and cozy When it’s cold and frosty When it nutty or on a cake When it’s the skin on his face…
From the Inside Out (Hour 7)
FROM THE INSIDE OUT Inside out, outside in. Break my body, slam my brain, to fit the golden ratio of beauty. Two hours, three hours at the gym, counting calories, watching Macros, but a Mesomorph can never be an Ecto. So fuck the scale and…
Swallowtail Jig
Butterfly personified by Celtic tune Fiddler strums the flitting floral dance called “The Swallowtail Jig”